Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling

Chapter 232 - 233: Bone Ash

"It’s just a doll, how could it bite someone?!"

"To the person above, are you being dense? This is a supernatural livestream; you can’t think about it normally."

"I’ve learned a new insult: ’dense’."

"So what, we’ve got eight hundred dense people here? Sounds about right."

"Master, it really bit me! It really bit me!"

A moment ago, she’d been hugging the doll, unable to put it down, but now she was one shriek away from turning into a screaming chicken.

Her eyes wide with terror, she pointed at the bizarre doll.

She pinched the tiny drop of blood on her fingertip, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

The doll’s expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. It was still exquisite and cute—a fake doll, made of nothing more than resin.

’How could it possibly move? Let alone bite someone?!’

At that thought, her expression grew even more horrified. Her gaze, fixed on Su Nian, was filled with utter dread.

"Heavenly Venerate, it bit me! It really bit me!"

Su Nian nodded, took a few steps forward, and snatched up the doll.

With its neck in her grasp, the doll was completely still, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Then Su Nian noticed that its hair seemed to be growing, slowly but steadily.

And the bizarre entity sealed within the doll also seemed to be slowly opening its eyes.

"GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE..."

The moment she heard the sound, all the color drained from Xiao Lin’s face. A chill shot down her spine, and she instinctively hugged her arms, warily glancing around.

"Heavenly Venerate, it’s—it’s—it’s laughing!"

Su Nian gave a slight nod, her expression as placid as ever.

"That’s right. It is laughing."

She said it with such a calm expression, you’d think she was just discussing what to have for dinner.

Xiao Lin sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. She jumped in fright and ducked behind Su Nian, deliberately forcing herself not to look at the "cute" doll.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Heavenly Venerate, what do we do about this?"

Su Nian gave the doll’s hair a tug. It was surprisingly strong.

Even with all her strength, she only managed to pull out a few strands.

"It’s fine. We’ll just kill it."

"I think I heard that right, but at the same time, I don’t think I did."

"Did a mosquito just buzz in my ear? I feel like I missed something."

"That’s our Ghostly Worry for you!"

"Huh???"

Xiao Lin looked as if she was questioning all her life choices.

"HEH HEH HEH..."

Just then, another unintelligible sound came from the doll’s mouth. It was filled with an indescribable horror that, for a split second, made its face seem to twist into something terrifying.

"It’s—it’s—it’s making noises again!"

Xiao Lin gulped, trying her best to imitate Su Nian and keep a calm facade. However, her trembling legs gave her away.

Su Nian narrowed her eyes at the strange doll. With a light twist of her slender, beautiful hand...

...she ripped the doll’s head clean off.

At the same time, an intense cold swept over them. It was a bone-deep chill that made it hard for Xiao Lin to even speak clearly.

"Heavenly Venerate, why did you pull its head off?! What if it escapes from inside!"

"And it’s so cold now! D-don’t tell me it’s already out?"

Xiao Lin’s heart plummeted, and her lips turned pale with fright.

She knew Su Nian was ruthless, but to just rip the haunted doll’s head off... that was a bit much, wasn’t it?

"Wow, the host is so strong. Those dolls are made to be really sturdy."

"I swear, it looked like she was crumbling tofu."

"Host, you’re a total badass! I just heard that laugh, and before I even had time to get scared, you’d already ripped its head off."

Su Nian remained silent, the bone-chilling cold in the room seemingly having no effect on her.

She proceeded to dismantle the doll’s body, piece by piece. By the time she had snapped off its legs, a thin layer of frost was already forming inside the room.

Su Nian grabbed the doll’s torso and shook it hard. A fine white powder trickled out.

It fell to the floor. Su Nian reached down and rubbed some between her fingers.

’Are these... cremated ashes?’